The night is darker, and the loneliness is thicker.

The fog on the ground became heavier.

Huyi Ji gradually couldn't tell where they were, the cold light flickered in the fog, and the figures were fluttering.

No matter how round and bright the moonlight is, it can't lift the gloomy fog.

It may be more difficult to break through the thick fog than to get rid of the grievances between them, and the branches and leaves on both sides of the bank magically wither, dance, and lose the glory and joy of a lifetime, and float into the river, and flow with the waves to a distant place, who does not know where they are going to fall, and where they are falling.

Isn't that like a rootless prodigal son?

Hu Yiji held Wusheng's hand tightly, and a touch of fear rose inexplicably in her heart, they didn't look for him desperately, and they didn't get close to them.

"Do you think any of them have a chance to win?" Hu Yiji tried to keep her eyes open, staring into the fog, groping around, but still couldn't see the people inside.

Figures shuttled, and the sword flashed.

They didn't stop, they still thought of ways to defeat each other, if they didn't defeat each other, they would have to fall, and if they fell, they would never be able to stand up, and there was no choice in between.

Wusheng exhaled before he said, "Neither of them has a chance to kill the other." ”

"Neither of them will give each other a chance, will not give it at all?"

"Yes, they are all a generation of murder masters, and they all know that they will not leave a little empty door for each other."

"And they're going to fight like this?"

"No, it won't."

Hu Yiji's eyes were already shining, "Then what do you see?" Is it time to decide the winner? ”

"It's better for them not to be separated."

"Why?"

"It's hard for them to tell the winner, and if they do, maybe someone else is in the middle to help."

"Who will help? Is it a friend of the Fish Killer Emperor, or a friend of Yagyu Jubei? Huyi Ji was already a little anxious, she seemed to have been curious about their life and death, and she wanted to know a little about it.

"It's Hashihime."

"Hashihime?" There was a look of fear in Hu Yiji's eyes, this name was not unfamiliar, and the name was obviously very loud.

"Yes, women who like to kill people under bridges."

"Have you ever seen someone like that?"

"Yes, this kind of person is definitely a good hand, and whoever destroys the bridge will have some bad luck."

"Isn't a little bad luck a failure at this time?"

"Yes."

"It's a pity we can't see them? The desperate efforts of a generation of masters are really exciting. ”

"yes, let's not go."

Hu Yiji nodded, she felt the same, not only should not get close, but go far away.

When two masters duel, no matter who falls, it is not an easy task, and even if they fall, no one can guarantee whether they have the strength to shoot, and whether they still have the back hand to kill?

If the two of them have a murderous backhand, it must be sent when they are not dead, and that blow is a fatal blow, a fatal blow.

Even if it is a god or a ghost, it is difficult to escape.

Wusheng sighed, as if he was very tired and tired.

There is not a trace of pain on the face, is there a lot of deep pain in the heart?

Huyi Ji suddenly clinged to her lifeless body and smiled softly.

What was it like to be the first time in her life that she had posted to a man other than her husband, and the only man?

It's a little exciting, a little hesitant, and a little bit criminal.

"Shall we help them? Stop them from fighting each other like this? ”

"We can't stop it, Hashihime must have been ready down there a long time ago."

"Qiao Ji wants to help kill the Fish Emperor?"

"Yes, Hashihime and the Fish Killer Emperor were originally Takeda Shingen's killers."

Hu Yiji's body trembled, and it was really not a pleasant thing for this person's name to be mentioned at this time, "Should we leave and go to Wife and Daughter Mountain?" ”

"Yes, we should indeed go, go to Tsunabu Mountain to find Takeda Shingen and fulfill your wish."

Hu Yiji smiled, her eyes flashing with gratitude.

The lifeless stone statue turned around, facing forward, and did not leave.

Lake Yiji smiled, "Do you really want to know how they ended?" ”

"Yes."

Heaven and earth suddenly became quiet and dull, there was no sound of clothes fluttering, and there was no sound of desperate efforts.

Isn't this time the time to end?

The mist writhes gradually and does not become violent, becoming soft and mysterious.

A figure suddenly floated up, standing quietly not far away, staring at the back of the lifeless and the back of the lake.

No matter who is stared at by such a pair of eyes, it will not be very comfortable.

Hu Yiji's body has become stiff and cold, struggling on the edge of life and death for many days, and her body has a strange instinct, an instinct to feel danger.

"The gun god is lifeless?"

It was a soft voice, soft and eerie, eerie as a strange ghost.

"Yes."

"Why don't you turn around? And then take a good look at me? ”

"Why should I look at you?"

"Because I know a shortcut to the bottom of the mountain, I can take you there, and you don't have to work so hard."

Wusheng suddenly turned around and stared at Hashihime.

She hadn't changed, she was still so scary and trembling.

The blood-red clothes, the face is pale, but this paleness is not like the pale of paper, but like it has been soaked.

His eyes were puffy and dull, his lips were pale, and his hair was scattered and dripping from his body.

Her mouth gripped a strand of hair tightly and she stared ahead.

Ahead is Wusheng and Huyihime.

Hu Yiji's breathing almost disappeared, this is the first time I have seen such a person, it is indeed very scary.

Hashihime smiled, her smile was not very good-looking, and she never felt comfortable, although she smiled sincerely, lightly and lonely, but she would never give others a trace of comfort.

"You're going to take us down there?"

"Yes, maybe I'm the only one here who can do that."

"I believe in you."

Qiao Ji slowly leaned over, and Hu Yiji's heart was already bitter and tingling.

The woman stretched out a tender lotus-like arm, swinging constantly, like a wicker on the riverbank, light and soft, "Come here, come with me on the boat, come here, follow me on the boat,......。 ”

Wusheng really walked over, and walked along the path to the river, where a boat floated in the mist, and a man stood with an oar on it, standing quietly in the mistless color, as if he was a ghost without joy or sadness under the moon.

Hu Yiji held Wusheng's hand, her breathing had accelerated violently, and she seemed to be unable to do it again.

Wusheng Rourourou held him up, "You don't have to worry about anything, she won't be bad for us." ”

Hu Yiji was silent and nodded.

"You'll be able to meet Shingen Takeda soon, so you should be happy."

Hu Yiji nodded and smiled.

She smiled, but her heart was cramping and sour.

In the bow of the ship lay two corpses, one with a sword in its chest, and the other with an empty shell and an empty stomach.

Wusheng couldn't bear to look at it at a glance.

It's really impossible to look at half an eye, and whoever looks at it more than half a glance can't help but gag and want to vomit.

"The gun god is lifeless?" Hashihime stood quietly not far away, but her eyes never left her lifeless body.

"Yes."

"How long do you think you'll live now?"

"I don't know, maybe it's in the next moment." What he said was very plain and realistic, but it was different in the hearts of others.

Hashihime sighed deeply.

Hu Yiji's body twitched inexplicably, and her voice was also twitching, "You'll be fine, you must be lying to others." ”

Silent without life.

His empty eyes stared at and poked at the bright and bright moonlight, there was no emotion on his rocky cheeks, neither a trace of sadness, nor a trace of sadness or misfortune, and he did not seem to have a trace of grief or unwillingness to the end of his life.

Qiao Ji smiled and stared at Hu Yi Ji, "The gun god will never deceive people, he will never be in the habit of deceiving people." ”

Hu Yiji nodded, but still didn't believe it, "I don't believe it, he obviously looks good, how could he die in the next moment." ”

Although she was talking, her eyes saw a fallen leaf not far away, floating over, she reached out to grab it, but did not catch it, the leaf fell softly into the water, drifting with the current, neither knowing when or where it would float to.

Isn't that true of life? Isn't this especially true of those who are alive in the midst of war?

Hu Yi Ji slowly retracted her hand, held Wusheng's hand, and smiled silently, the only thing she could do was maybe that.

Isn't a wordless statement more true than a thousand words? More moving?

Qiao Ji smiled again, "The spear god said that he may die in the next moment, which can be understood as that he may not be able to die in the next moment, and he may not be able to die in thirty or fifty years." ”

"Maybe."

The moonlight was bright and clear, but the fog was fleeting and mysterious.

Hashihime stared at the moonlight, "Can the spear god guess that I made the shot?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"How did you guess I made it?"

"Your bridge has been torn down, and you will inevitably be angry, and you are by no means a person who likes to endure."

Hashihime nodded and smiled, "But there's one more thing that maybe even the spear god can't guess." ”

"Which point?"

"Sword madness Liu Sheng Shibei is both a madman and a human being, and more or less people will have a little human debt."

"Yes."

Hashihime sighed, a look of disgust appeared on her face, "Isn't it strange that Yanagi Shibei and the Fish Killing Emperor have been fighting for a long time, and they haven't distinguished the superior?" ”

"It's weird." Wusheng gasped for a moment, and then continued, "They should have stopped a long time ago, and they shouldn't have fought viciously." ”

"Yes."

"And every time it is Yanagi Shibei chasing the Fish Killing Emperor, this is indeed very strange."

Hashihime smiled, "The reason is very simple, Yanagi Shibei owes Murakami Yoshikiyo's debt to him, and in order to pay off his debt of favor, he has to hunt down and kill the Fish Emperor." ”

Wusheng nodded and said nothing.

"That's something you didn't expect."

He was silent, but he nodded in acknowledgement.

"Maybe there's something else you didn't think about."

"Which point?"

"Do you know Lord Takeda's intention to hand over Koihime to you?"

"Maybe he wants me to go to him, he really wants to use someone like me."

Hashihime nodded and smiled, "You have to go too, because Ah Guo is there, and you can't go if you want to." ”

"Maybe he just wants me not to take refuge in other military camps, especially the one in Uesugi Kenshin, isn't he?"

Hashihime smiled and laughed, "You're right, but you still have to go to his side and die for him." ”

Silent without life.

These were the last words Hashihime had ever spoken, and she suddenly jumped into the river.

There may be only one reason for Hashihime's parting, that is, the night is coming to an end, and the dawn is gradually appearing in the east.

The fog did not fade in a bit, and the cold wind became soft and weak.

Hu Yiji stared at the gradually brightening dawn in the east, and couldn't help but exhale, "This woman is finally gone." ”

"Yes, she can only be seen in the night."

There was also a rower on the boat, and this man was rowing seriously, and there was no other movement.

Although he had not docked, he had heard the sound of men and horses fighting in the distance, and the soft wind gently drifted over with the smell of blood.

"They're starting to fight hard?" The worry and uneasiness in Hu Yiji's eyes were even stronger.

"Yes, maybe it started a long time ago."

The rower brought the boat closer to the shore, held the oars, and watched silently as Wusheng and the lake clothes departed.

Walking along the dilapidated road, no matter how beautiful the scenery on both sides is, Hu Yiji is not in the mood to look at it, and the bones are lying on the ground.

Some of the stomachs on the body are pitch black, and some are blood red.

These were obviously two different soldiers and horses, who died in the fight.

A person is holding the pole flag, the fog is very deep, but Hu Yiji can still see clearly that on the flag, there is a unique family crest of the Takeda clan, Takeda diamond pattern.

The man was resting on the trunk of a tree, as if he had been eternal.

Sigh of nothingness.

Hu Yiji ran over hard, lightly touched the flag, and the man suddenly fell.

But this man is dead.

The flag fluttered in the soft wind, but it did not fall, and the man hung it high until he died.

As a flag bearer, this is his greatest honor, whether they live or die, it is a kind of dignity for them, the glory of a lifetime.

Hu Yiji held Wusheng's hand tightly, and the corners of her eyes jumped more urgently.

The sun has gradually appeared, and more than a dozen people and horses on the hillside are fighting and fighting, and the sound has made the tired birds in the opposite mountain forest fly away and fly frantically into the distance.

It's not a nice sound, it's crazy, it's devastating, it's desperate.

Wusheng pulled Hu Yiji towards the depths of the rain and fog, which was the most hidden and high place.

Through the clouds and mist, I saw the handsome tent, and in the open space surrounded by snow-white gauze, I saw a person in the distance.

One person, one fan.

Wearing a white yak-tailed helmet and red armor, this man was staring at everything in front of him, he just stood casually, but without losing a trace of majesty.

Wusheng pulled Huyi Ji and walked over slowly.

More than a dozen people dressed in pitch black, holding knives and suddenly surrounding Wusheng and death, staring coldly at Wusheng, as if they were very proud and excited.

Wusheng didn't move, and Hu Yiji's heart was about to panic.

Her husband was not far away, watching the battle situation, without a trace of abnormal expression, and waved a fan in his palm.

More than a dozen horses were knights dressed in strong suits, and more than a dozen large flags were raised high behind them, each of which had four big characters on it.

Wind Forest Volcano.

It is as fast as the wind, as slow as a forest, as plundering as fire, and as immobile as a mountain.

Takeda Shingen stood there motionless, calm and steady.

A dozen or so horses suddenly crashed into the people who rushed at them, and each of them was trampled to death, and through the mist, it looked like the cheeks of each person who fell to the ground were not only covered with horseshoe prints, but also showed surprise, disbelief, and fear.

It's clear that it's very close to Takeda Shingen, why can't he get close.

The enemy was obviously approaching, but Takeda Shingen did not have a trace of panic or fright.

Sigh of nothingness.

Without extraordinary courage and strategy, it is absolutely impossible to be so calm and stable.

There were more souls under the horse's hooves, and at this time in the fog, a horse suddenly came out, a person.

Arrows come at you like a bolt.

Immediately, the turbans were masked, and long knives were in hand, and the blades flashed, and several horses had fallen.

Takeda Shingen's eyes stared at this person, and his eyes had magically flashed with a scorching light.

"Kenshin Uesugi!"

This man laughed, and it was not easy to recognize a man among ten thousand.

"Yes."

Uesugi Kenshin laughed and raised his sword high, "How is it?" Isn't it exciting? ”

A smile appeared on Takeda Shingen's cold, steady cheeks, "Yes. ”

"They're all busy, should we give it a try?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

In the middle of the words, the iron fan in Takeda Shingen's hand was already raised.

In the fog, the horses run faster and faster.

Uesugi Kenshin sneered, "Woodpecker tactics? ”

"You see that?"

"Yes." Uesugi Kenshin sneered, the sword light flashed down, and the fan suddenly broke in two, "Harunobu, your sword can be unsheathed." ”

Takeda Shingen didn't have a sword, only a broken fan in his hand, his hand opened easily, and the fan fell to the ground.

Uesugi Kenshin laughed and circled around Takeda Shingen, "Harunobu, where is your sword?" I'm going to duel you. ”

Takeda Shingen was silent.

The snow-white cloth tent was originally unmanned, but now a figure suddenly appeared, a sword light.

Uesugi Kenshin danced with his sword, and the sword light flashed again.

The figure fell, and the sword light died.

One eye was bright and cold, now full of fear and disbelief, and the other was covered with pitch-black leather.

The corners of Takeda Shingen's forehead slipped like cold sweat beans.

Uesugi Kenshin laughed, "What's the matter, I'm excited, why don't you come out with a sword?" ”

Takeda Shingen didn't draw his sword, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The smile on Uesugi Kenshin's cheeks was even stronger, and every muscle was already twisting slightly from over-satisfaction and over-excitement, "Tsumi-to-Yama is the place where Harunobu is buried. ”

Takeda Shingen was silent.

"What else do you have to say?"

Takeda Shingen was silent.

To be silent is to wait, to wait for someone else to come and kill him, this is the evil fruit of failure, a fruit that no matter who fails, he must try.

He is no exception.

Uesugi didn't say anything, just laughed and smugly.

After many years of vicious fighting, it is finally over, and it is a pleasant thing for them to get the fresh fruit of victory.

Uesugi Kenshin stared at Takeda Shingen, as if admiring a fresh fruit, his expression couldn't help but be a little excited, this feeling, like an amorous girl, for the first time to get the gentleness and enthusiasm of a man, indescribable joy and pride.

Fresh fruit will have to be eaten sooner or later, and sooner or later the sword will flash.

The sword flashed and disappeared suddenly.

The sword "ding" broke, Uesugi Kenshin stared at the broken sword, and the smile on his cheeks suddenly condensed and stiffened.